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Deandra’s first instinct was to throw a rock down the ravine and try to hit him in the head. Now that she had already tried to kill him, she had to make sure that she actually finished the job. But she also had to be smart. She couldn’t afford to do anything that might make it look like this wasn’t an accident. When she shined the flashlight down where he was, she could see his twisted and contorted body. His mouth was filling with blood from the internal injuries. Deandra could detect a faint gurgling sound. It was obvious that he was close to death, even though there was still the slightest movement. She decided to do nothing. Instead, she waited in the dark for close to an hour, making certain that the movement and gurgling had stopped. Being convinced that he was dead; she got up and started making her way back to the campsite…